Random Autobiography

I of womankind and of fourteen years, will now begin to set down as full and frank a portrayal as I am able to myself, Allison Grace Russo, for when the world contains not a parallel.

I have dived into the cool lakes of Skaneateles.

I grew up with Ring Around a Rosy.

I am called Apple.

I was in three lockdowns during a single week.

I have felt the tight hairs of a llama.

I watched while the harsh winds blew down a tree.

I have lost an old pocket watch; one that no longer ticked.

I have walked the streets of Rome.

I love to read.

I remember traveling through Italy with a friend.

I held packaged toast in Naples.

I have seen the rubble left behind in Pompeii.

I am creative.

I have seen the lengths of the Grand Canyon.

I used to carry around a small bear; but now it is long gone.

I let a boa constrictor wrap around me as I fed him a mouse.

I want to be an archaeologist and stand in all seven continents.

I have held black sand from the beaches of Iwo Jima during war.

I have pet a tarantula.

I am unique because I am the only me that will ever be.

-Apple